Puck sat on the edge of his bed, head in between his hands as the sun crept down and out of sight through his window.

The room was simple, a huge windows took up one side of the room. His bed was opposite to the sky scraper view of New York. If he looked out, he would be able to see the people of New York as tiny colorful ant like figures roaming the streets.

In his room, he also had a closet on the wall to his right and a stand to his left, on which he would place the glasses he used as Owen. On his bed was his laptop, half charged from a previous night's use. Against the other wall, a large bookshelf filled with stories he had enjoyed throughout the years as well as magical spells he had planned to use, but had never had the chance too. Next to that a simple wooden desk, where his laptop should have been at, with a small reading lamp for when he didn't want the room lights on. He had a swivel chair in front of it and a small leather couch of sorts to the left so the bookshelf, with a small table. This was close to the window. Here he could relax by it and see the world outside while sipping on coffee early in the morning on his off days.

It had been years, so many years since he had been banished, and forbidden to use magic for any other purpose than to teach and protect the baby Alexander, not that he was a baby anymore. He was a young man now, New York's most eligible bachelor.

He sighed. It had been his own fault he had gotten banished, he never blamed anyone else, but he missed his magic terribly.

Sometimes he would flash back to his banishment. He remembered having gotten down on his knees to beg Oberon and having Oberon look down at him in disgust. He remembered having felt disgust at himself for having not shame as he begged for mercy, mercy he knew was futile to beg for, as Oberon was not a forgiving being. He remembered having gotten back up, having transformed his human form, knowing he was banished for all of eternity from his homeland Avalion.

All across the world, he was known as the greatest trickster of all time but now, it took him much effort and bending of the rules placed upon him to so much as conjure up magic for someone other than Alex.

So he had tried finding that satisfaction he got from tricking people by other means. He had tried going into the stock market, played some people, tricking them out of their money and watching them fall into the ruins of bankruptcy, he had gone to some casinos and tricked some more people out of their money. But he was messing with people's lives, in a darker way than he had before out of spite mostly, not to mention it was repetitive and ever so boring. Where was the fun in that? He just didn't get the same thrill out of that, but he was desperate for his old life as a trickster, he would do anything for that. Who was he but not a trickster? Owen? That was just some mask he had made up for his role in the human world. He was Puck! Oberon Damnit! But Puck was a trickster and he, was no longer a trickster, not really, not without his magic.

He looked up and out at the darkened sky and saw some specks in the distance flying off in the distance against the starry night. Probably the gargoyles. He sighed again, stood up and began to remove his suit to change into something more comfortable.

Once done, he threw himself on the bed and ran his hands thorough his short blond hair. He missed his long hair, his regular ears, and the way they could pick up sounds, regular human ears could not. His hearing wasn't too bad, it was still better than the average human, but it wasn't on par with the gargoyles hearing now as it had been when he had been a full powered fey.

He had to look professional in order to keep working for Xanathos, he wouldn't allow him to go running around like some sort of hippie with long hair and a tunic when he had a business to run.

Oberon was he miserable, it was not in his nature to cry, so rarely did he ever shed tears. Tonight was one of those nights where his eyes reddened with the chance of tears. He would distract himself somehow...or at least he planned to but eventually ran out of ideas, gave up and turned to the bright screen of a laptop, the date read June 14 2018.